Her working chair

I sit in her work chair
Afraid that she’ll beat me with the ruler
I probably deserved it in all fun
Maybe she’ll taser me with her electricity
Her battery fully charged for me

And maybe she will just love me for who I am
While sharing the electric currents in her heart
Which radiate throughout her body
and into mine when she holds my hand

She inked her initials on my heart
I sit here, thinking of how intertwining
Our initials will bring

© 2016 npfd


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